by Write or Die
Poem about seeing what a Paramedic can't say.
I've Stared Into Hell
When I tell them "I'm a Medic"
I have to make up lies
Here comes that same damn question
I can see it in their eyes
"So what's the worst you've ever seen?"
They all want me to tell
But your eyes can't be my eyes
Cause I've stared into Hell
Crystal Lynn, that five year old
Two days from Christmas Eve
( I'll re-live that again this year )
"Crystal ! Please. Just breathe."
You learn compressions in a class
I do them on a child
I hide the tears I'm shedding
While mothers weep out loud
You've never felt the stress and pain
of struggling to set kids free
of an inverted car entangled
and wrapped around a tree
I've seen a lake of human blood
and shed a mile of tears
With each soul passed, a little bit
I've died too, through the years
Alas it's not just what I've seen
that haunts me to the deep
I still hear such awful screams
they rip me from my sleep
So before my nightmares you make yours
Think this one last thought
Thank me as I end my tale
Cause the worst ones these are not
This poem is dedicated to my 3 brothers in EMS...
Paramedic Stephen Henderson, My philosopher, sounding wall and source of strength. The best of the best.
EMT George Hoffman, His quiet compassion exemplified Jesus' admonition to "Love thy neighbor" like no one else.
EMT Mark Capozzi, Because he feels my pain, and I his. Those 2 Harleys heard cruising the streets of Heaven will be us.